روايات وقصص ضمن Married To The Don Replaced By His First Love

The night before our engagement party, I took two bullets for Don Luca Marchetti and ended up in the hospital. But instead of canceling the party, he went ahead with the ceremony—with another woman. Everyone on the East Coast expected me to lose it. That day, I fought through the pain in my back, slipped into a red dress, and walked into the party. The moment Luca saw me, he pulled his fiancée, Ivy Palmer, behind him. I knew that worried look. I'd worn it countless times whenever I thought he might get hurt. Then, out of nowhere, lines of floating text appeared before my eyes and began scrolling past. "Don't believe it, sweetie! Luca's only pretending he doesn't love you! He's trying to keep

He looked perfectly comfortable. Of course he did. This was his home. His country. His world. I was the stranger who had been dragged into it. I pulled my legs onto the sofa and rested my head against the cushion. I could still feel the weight of the diamond ring on my finger. Mrs. Martello. The title felt like a joke. I was married to a man I barely knew, living in a mansion I could not leave, and preparing to carry a child conceived from the eggs of his dead wife.

She was dying inside watching her only son—the man who was once her ultimate pride—ruining his own life over a woman who ran away with her lover. Yeah, that was the story we made all of them believe: the orchestrated letter Gia left in her room, along with the jewelry and cash of hers that disappeared with her. Everyone except Leone believed it, and loathed her, cursing her for being selfish and unfaithful to her husband. But Leone kept searching for her, waiting for her to return, saying she was just angry and would come back once she cooled down. Perhaps the ruthless don's pride refused to let him believe that his own wife had played him for a fool. Only upon Lucia’s desperate insistence d

After being reborn, I no longer stop the Don of the De Luca famiglia, Enzo De Luca, from bringing his pregnant first love, Mia Conti, home to take care of her. I personally annul our engagement, allow them to be alone together, and quietly withdraw from this love triangle. Everyone calls me weak and spineless for stepping down without a fight. Yet, in my previous life, I use my position as Enzo's fiancée to force Mia to leave. On her way home, she miscarries in a car accident and can never conceive again. From then on, Enzo hates me with every fiber of his being. Even after we tie the knot, he neglects me and even takes our child from me and entrusts the child to Mia. However, right bef

At our wedding, Julian, the head of the Moretti family, declared his love for me in front of New York’s most powerful crime families. “Here’s to our marriage, my beautiful wife.” A second later, he ripped off my veil and whispered coldly in my ear. “And here’s to our divorce, Claire.” The tears of joy froze on my face. The wedding was supposed to cement an alliance between our families. An encrypted livestream was carrying every moment to the allies who couldn’t attend. As I stared in shock, he pulled Sienna—the woman who managed his family’s books—into his arms. She wore a white Versace gown. The bride’s color. “If you’d just let her have that necklace last week, none of this would be happe

“So I’ll tell you the truth, Don Luciano. I did love Gabbi. He was definitely the ‘one that got away,’ as they say. But that was more than a decade ago. He’s a different person now—harder, scarier, more aggressive than I like. And while Gabbi may have changed, I definitely have. I’m not the doe-eyed, naïve girl I used to be. "Love—whatever that may be—isn’t what drives me. I’ve signed a contract with the Luciano family. And even though I can have relationships outside this sham of a marriage after I’ve had our first child, I know better than to pursue one with your rival. "You have nothing to worry about when it comes to me and Gabriele Reino.” The Don stares for a moment longer before a wid

"I think I know the face of a man in love and dying in silence from the pain of unrequited love. Makes for a beautiful story, don't you think. The big strong powerful man, wanted by everyone but he only has eyes on the lovely maiden who wouldn't see him as anything but the big strong powerful man, wanted by everyone but loved by none." My heart beat painfully in my chest. "It's not that... You don't understand." "Then, make me understand, my dear friend." My hands clenched into fists on my knees. "She... She's married." "And when has that ever stopped you before?" Her smile was soft and gentle as she went down memory lane. "Infact, if I remember correctly, I was married to the mayor the firs

I felt something tickle inside me as I could see Ria was genuinely concerned about my son. “Don?” Ria looked at me with a confused expression. “I am so sorry”, I said looking at Ria’s confused face, I added after a moment's pause.” I don't know how much your mother has told you , but Don is the man I am going to get married to. That is why I've asked Marc for a divorce. Tio is staying with my aunt. While I am here in Piemonte, Don has promised to take care of him while I'm away. They see each other quite often so Tio is comfortable with him.”

When this man completed his fifteen strokes, I had a hundred and forty six more strokes to go, if I got my calculations right. Salvatore was nothing but a monster. This was nothing but pure hell. All I had to do was be the wife of a Godfather. Maybe I shouldn't have married Don in the first place. But I loved him. We loved each other and couldn't imagine a life without the other person.

A look of horror could be seen on the Don’s face as he backed away to the door shaking his head “Do you know who I am?" Sara asked. The Don put his hand on his chest feeling the rapid beating of his heart, how could he forget her?. Sara was not only the woman he married and began to have a family with, she was the love of his life. He recognized her immediately he looked at her, it didn't matter that this wasn't her face, it was his wife. He would know this even in a dream.